But your narcissistic behaviour and my constant need to be liked are meshing perfectly together. Your need to be only seen as the good guy. And my trait of needing to believe everything a person says are best friends. My fear of rocking the boat and your need of rocking the boat make it so the boat never capsizes. I'll keep the peace you bring the war. I'll throw my blood-stained clothes in the back of a closet, you'll frame yours. You want me to remember the moment. We're in different ditches. But you'll get someone to send over a love letter, as if this isn't war. As if you didn't start the war. You'll claim that you love me. And that you don't know what this war is for. But then you'll throw missiles. And rocks at our home. You put burnt holes in my clothes. We're on different sides that should tell us that we're not fighting for us. You write that you love me. But then slur words well drunk on Hennessey. I'm hiding in a ditch. I'm pretending this is fun. I'll pick up the pieces of a broken home. Just so you can walk in and pretend like you didn't shatter it to its bones.
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The live's I've lived
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
